The Manipulated Novels & Stories

when they are much different attentions. Manipulation is a game I have managed to play weekly over the years. it was paramount that I became a master at manipulation or else I wouldn't even have survived the kind of things that I have survived till now. when I stare at Veronica, I decide to push forward my deary and try to read as much information as I possibly can before I finally make a standing decision. “ but why?” I catechize, letting the sentence linger for imagination.

I ask my mate, we can push it and win, we'll run much faster than him. "Sure, he always likes to show who's stronger," my mate says, he didn't mean to sound this mad or angry, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice, the beta should be on his side, not trying to win over him. "Let's go then, make them eat dirt," I say again making my mate smile, we pushed it harder, my encouragement helped my mate go even faster, and we beat both the alpha and the jerk beta.

She’d been working towards this for years, if not centuries, so of course she wouldn't miss the opportunity to brag about it. I wasn’t upset either. Partly because I was finally getting answers, partly because I was waiting for the perfect moment to do what I needed under the table. “Cai? Well… he’s fun, isn’t he? You two once had a thing, right? I can see why,” she winked, causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Alas though, his genetic predisposition is too similar to my own. At best, I can influence only on a surface level but to fully manipulate someone who by nature can also manipulate, even if that’s in a slightly different way…? It just doesn’t really work. Just sort of made him si

I was still confused and creeped out. Now I feel uncomfortable and afraid of anything related to Hansel, especially the word "uterus". I'm not interested in this stuff. I just want my memories back. "Does it have anything to do with my memory?" "It doesn't matter," Madman confesses, and then goes on before I can ask. "Your memory was manipulated by me. I used a kind of 'grafting' to disassemble your original memory." It's impossible for me not to be angry when I finally hear from the man who did it, and the thought of the mess I'm in right now, all because of his work, makes me want to punch him in the face.

And they were right to think this way. Words of Power was a powerful skill. But it wasn’t without cost. What it did was manipulate Edict around a person into achieving what you wanted. With the first barbarian whom Mane had ordered to kill himself for example; when Mane gave the command, Edict streamed into his arms and legs and caused his outer energy to ran wild, making it difficult for him to control his own limbs. And then Edict latched onto his arm and neck like a band, swinging his axe hand towards his own head. Mane couldn’t stop a person’s heart or explode a person’s brain or anything like that. That wasn’t how it worked.

I had to admit, my excitement wasn’t well hidden either. “We need to test this out more. You need to control it better.” “How do you propose we do this?” I ask, voice full of skepticism. “Wouldn’t you like to surprise Cecilia with something on Monday? What if you think of something to conjure and give to her?” “Wait.” I say. I have heard previously that with every action, there’s a re-action, meaning, “What if the things I conjure aren’t that real or they disappear?” Axel bends down and investigates the now smashed plate of eggs and bacon.

Deaths blamed on the other side. And yet— “You were never enemies,” the recording said. Adrian's face hardened. “They manipulated us.” The recording continued. “Every betrayal was manufactured. Every piece of evidence was planted. Every financial attack was engineered. When one family struck back, the other retaliated. And each retaliation created another reason to hate.” Elena felt sick. “All these years…” “They made us do it ourselves,” Adrian said. A click sounded from the recorder. Another section began. “The first manipulation occurred thirty-seven years ago.”

Memory suppression. She turned another page. A sentence was underlined. Repeated exposure may create false emotional associations. Celine stared at it. “What does that mean?” Her mother looked at Adam. “They were trying to make Adam remember certain people differently.” Adam went pale. “Victoria?” “Possibly.” “Celine?” Her mother nodded. “They wanted you to become the person Adam would associate with safety.” Celine felt sick. “So our relationship…” “Was real,” her mother said quickly. “But manipulated.”

"I want to give you information that will help you... manage your partnership with her." ‎I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. ‎"Manage," I repeated. "That's an interesting word choice." ‎"She's manipulative," Marcus continued, the words coming faster now. Desperate words. Words from a man who'd convinced himself that he had something worth selling. "She's brilliant at making you think she's vulnerable when really, she's completely in control. She uses people, destroys them and then she moves on to the next one."

"What could someone pay him to do?” “One thing,” Marcos said, his finger stabbing the air. “Manipulate the donor selection process. Input a new donor into the system with a fabricated, perfect profile. Then rig the algorithm to match that donor specific client as the ‘ideal’ choice.”